Carcassus
dissociating...
- Jul 19, 2025
- 3
I stumbled upon a poem I wrote a long time ago. All was taken from me. I remain an empty husk. Only one option remains.
I realize this sounds melodramatic, but so be it.
Anyway, I thought I'd share it with you.
Do you have a favorite poem?
Happy sadness
She cuts deep, deeper than blades;
She kills within.
She won't stop until your soul fades;
She won't let you win.
She doesn't rest, she hunts for fear;
She is a ghost.
She always lurks, she always is near;
She sees you as her everlasting host.
She loves you, but wants you broken;
She is your best friend.
She hears when you have spoken;
She stays until the end.
She once stopped, nothing left alive.
She ended the madness.
She had nothing more to deprive;
She walked away - my happy sadness
S.P.
I realize this sounds melodramatic, but so be it.
Anyway, I thought I'd share it with you.
Do you have a favorite poem?
Happy sadness
She cuts deep, deeper than blades;
She kills within.
She won't stop until your soul fades;
She won't let you win.
She doesn't rest, she hunts for fear;
She is a ghost.
She always lurks, she always is near;
She sees you as her everlasting host.
She loves you, but wants you broken;
She is your best friend.
She hears when you have spoken;
She stays until the end.
She once stopped, nothing left alive.
She ended the madness.
She had nothing more to deprive;
She walked away - my happy sadness
S.P.
